SO IT STARTS OFF LIKE THIS.
AND THEN EMMY PROCEEDS TO GROPE PEOPLE.
(REAL CLASSY, MANG.)
AND THEN SUDDENLY I GET STUCK WITH THE JOB OF BEING PHOTOGRAPHER OF THE NIGHT.
(CURSE YOU, REASONABLY-PRICED PIXELATED CAMERAS!)
AND THEN EMMY FINALLY SHOWS UP IN THE PROPER GARB AND THEN SUDDENLY HORNS. HORNS EVERYWHERE.
AND THEN RANDOM PEOPLE DROP BY AND WE LAUNCH OPERATION "GREET PEOPLE. SEXILY." RENSCOTTI TAKES THE INITIATIVE. SORT OF.
RENSCOTTI PROCEEDS TO SAY SOMETHING HIGHLY AMUSING AND I DIDN'T SCREENIE IT IN TIME. THE PLEADING BEGINS.
10 MINUTES INTO THE RAID, TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN.
AND THEN SUDDENLY, CONTEXT. CONTEXT IS EVERYTHING, MANG.
THE SEAMOBSTERS APPROACHED AND SIGNED THIS POOR FELLOW'S DEATH WISH. BY OVERFEEDING HIM WITH POPSICLES. TRUE STORY.
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